Fall

Cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky Don't cry We'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside So dry your eyes The winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand
The gray forest people cast off their old clothes Good-bye Everything's sleeping as winter draws near So close your eyes The mists of all twilights dance close at hand
The rust-coloured river is now slowing down Going dry Harvest has lifted the crown from the ground But don't you cry The song of the seasons brings life to the land